Small town living is special. On my way to the book fair this morning for the last day bag sale I diverted and went to a local bakery coffee shop for some savory scones and coffee. I never made it to the book sale…I decided I had enough books…for now. At the shop I placed my order and then realized I didn’t have much cash. I wondered if they took credit cards. The answer was no however, I knew the gal serving me and she told me I could pay her on Monday. I did find a hidden five-dollar bill so I was able to pay in full but I loved the idea that I could buy on credit if I needed to.
That brought me back to when we moved to this small town of 16,000, in 1994. After moving into our new house I decided we needed a new lampshade. I had noticed a local store had stock so I went there determined to find a couple shades I liked, pay for them, and bring them home to decide which looked best. This time I was new in town and nobody knew me. I found two lampshades I liked and brought them up to the counter and told the clerk (found out later she was the owner) my plans. She said…just take them home and bring back the one you don’t want. She didn’t ask my name or take phone number…I just walked out of the store with two lampshades I had not paid for. Of course I brought them home and decided right away which one looked best, drove back to the store to pay for the new lampshade and return the one I didn’t want. I remember thinking how refreshing it was to be in a town where people trusted others, even new folks in town.